Stung

The past two weeks in Koh Samui, I’ve been walking barefoot. I love walking barefoot, it’s so liberating.

But it’s got its dangers. Tonight I walked back with some classmates, in the dark, and I felt a sharp sting on the bottom of my foot. The next two or three steps hurt more and more, so I picked up my foot, thinking I stepped on some glass. It was a bug of some sort. I reflexively flicked it away and hobbled back to my room.

My foot was throbbing. I was worried. What kind of bug was it? Was it poisonous? Am I going to die?

I got back to my room and shined a flashlight on it. I saw a tiny stinger with short sticky stuff, like a string of spiderweb, and pulled it out. I still have it next to my bed, on tissue, in case I die.

Anyway, this may be my last post. If so, it was good knowing everybody. I had a great time, and hope to continue practicing yoga and meditating next life, if there is such a thing.